When I see something I like, I gotta have it... I love it. I go crazy for it.

[His last letter to Allie] My Dearest Allie. I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent a summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you. Noah.

You know I want to give you all the things you want. But I can't. Because they're gone. They're broken.

I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. And I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough.

Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.

Southern Summers are indifferent to the trials of young love, armed with warnings and doubts. Noah and Allie gave a remarkably convincing portrayal of a boy and a girl traveling down a very long road with no regard for the consequences.

It was an improbable romance. He was a country boy, she was from the city. She had the world at her feet while he didn't have two dimes to rub together.

They didn't agree on much. In fact, they rarely agreed on anything. They fought all the time, and they challenged each other every day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.

Young Allie: [as Noah walks into the middle of the street] Noah, what are you doing?

Young Noah: Just c'mon.

Young Allie: You're going to get run over.

Young Noah: [looks behind him at the empty street] Uhh, by all the cars?

Young Allie: Now, say you're a bird, too.

Young Noah: If you're a bird, I'm a bird.

Young Allie: Why didn't you write me?! Why? It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.

Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year.

Young Allie: You wrote me?

Young Noah: Yes. It wasn't over. It still isn't over. [kisses Allie]

Allie: Did you write that?

Duke: No, that was Walt Whitman.

Allie: I think I knew him.

Duke: I think you did too.

Young Noah: I see you got my letters, finally. What are you gonna do, Al?

Young Allie: I don't know.

Young Noah: We're back to that? Are we back there? What about the past couple of days? They happened, you know.

Young Allie: I know that they happened, and they were wonderful. But they were also very irresponsible. I have a fiancé waiting for me at a hotel who's going to be crushed when he finds out what I did.

Young Noah: So you make love to me, and then you go back to your husband? Was that your plan? Was that a test I didn't pass?!

Young Allie: No, I made a promise to a man. He gave me a ring and I gave him my word.

Young Noah: And your word is shot to hell now, don't you think?

Young Allie: I don't-- I don't know. I'll find out when I talk to him.

Young Noah: This is not about keeping your promise, and it's not about following your heart. It's about security.

Young Allie: What is that supposed to mean?

Young Noah: Money!

Young Allie: What are you ta--

Young Noah: He's got a lot of money.

Young Allie: Now I hate you, you smug bastard.

Young Noah: Well, I hate you. If you leave here, I hate you. Hate you if you leave here.

Young Allie: You wou-- Have you been paying attention to anything that's been happening the past couple of days?

Young Noah: I guess not, I think I must have misread all of those signals.

Young Allie: Well, I guess you did!

Young Noah: You're bored! You're bored and you know it! You wouldn't be here if there wasn't something missing.

Young Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch!

Young Noah: Would you just stay with me?

(Allie opens the car door in frustration)

Young Allie: Stay with you?! What for? Look at us, we're already fighting.

Young Noah: Well, that's what we do! We fight! You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass, which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain in the ass thing.

(closes Allie's car door)

Young Allie: So what?

Young Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. But I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me? Please? Will you just picture your life for me? Thirty years from now? Forty years from now? What's it look like? If it's with that guy, go. Go! I lost you once. I think I can do it again if I thought it's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.

Young Allie: What easy way?! There is no easy way. No matter what I do, somebody gets hurt!

Young Noah: Will you stop thinking about what everyone wants?! Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do you want?

Young Allie: It's not that simple!

Young Noah: What do you want? God damn it, what do you want?

Young Allie: I have to go.

Allie: Do you think our love can create miracles?

Duke: I think our love can do anything we want it to.

Lon: Okay, the way I see it, I got three choices. One, I can shoot him. Two, I can kick the crap out of him. Or three... I leave you. Well, all that's no good. You see, 'cause none of those options get me you. And in spite of everything, I love you.

Allie: I love you too. It's just that when I'm with Noah I feel like one person and when I'm with you I feel like someone totally different.

Lon: Look, it's normal not to forget your first love. I love you, Allie, but I want you for myself. I don't want to have to convince my fiancé that she should be with me.

Allie: You don't have to. I already know I should be with you.

Young Noah: I'm Noah Calhoun.

Young Allie: So?

Young Noah: So it's really nice to meet you.

Edmond: Allie, who is this guy?

Young Allie: I don't know, Noah Calhoun.

Young Noah: [Hanging from the ferris wheel] Will you go out with me?

Young Allie: What? No.

Young Noah: No?

Young Allie: No.

Young Noah: Why not?

Young Allie: I don't know, because I don't want to.

Young Noah: OK, then you leave me no other choice. [Let's his left hand fall to his side]

Young Allie: [Screaming] AHHHH!

Young Noah: I'm gonna ask you one more time. Will you or will you not go out with me? Goddammit my hand's slipping.

Young Allie: OK, OK. Fine, I'll go out with you.

Young Noah: No, don't do me any favors.

Young Allie: No, no I want to.

Young Noah: You do?

Young Allie: Yes!

Young Noah: Say it.

Young Allie: I wanna go out with you!

Young Noah: Say it again.

Young Allie: I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU!

Young Noah: [Lifting his left hand from his side and grabbing onto the bar] Alright, alright, we'll go out.

Young Allie: [lying in the middle of the street] What happens if a car comes?

Young Noah: We die.

Young Noah: What am I gonna do in New York?

Young Allie: I don't know. Be with me.

Allie: They fell in love, didn't they?

Duke: Yes, they did.

Young Noah: We can just finish out the summer and see what happens then.

Young Allie: Please don't do this. You don't mean it. Well, if you're going to do it, why wait until the summer ends? Why don't you do it right now? [pushes Noah against the car] Huh? C'mon. Do it! Do it! [repeatedly pushes Noah, starts hitting Noah] You know what? I'm gonna do it! It's over. Okay? It's over.

Young Noah: [opens his arms for a hug] Come here.

Young Allie: Don't touch me! I hate you! I hate you!

Young Noah: OK, I'm going.

Young Allie: Why don't you just go then? [pushes Noah in the car] Get out! Leave! [kicks Noah's car] Go![Noah drives away] No, no, just wait a minute. We're not really breaking up, are we? Come on. This is just a fight we're having and tomorrow it will be like it never happened, right?

Allie: Do you think our love can take us away together?

Duke: I think our love can do anything we want it to.

Anne Hamilton: She is out foolin' around with that boy until two o'clock in the morning and it has got to stop! I didn't spend seventeen years of my life raising a daughter and giving her everything so she could throw it away on a summer romance!

Young Allie: [screaming] DADDY!

Anne: She will wind up with her heart broken or pregnant! Now he's a nice boy, he's a nice boy but he's...

Young Allie: He's what?! He is what? Tell me!

Anne: He is trash! TRASH! TRASH!! Not for you!

Young Noah: I'm not usually like this, I'm sorry.

Young Allie: Oh yes you are.

Young Noah: I could be fun, if you want. I could be pensive, smart, superstitious, brave. And I, uhh, I can be light on my feet. I could be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I'm gonna be that for you.